Paradise

Ciara's portrait is at the bottom of this post. You see the pronunciation of her name under her portrait. I feel like writing a super short story about her, so here goes.

Ciara sat on the damp sand, brushing her honey colored hair. She swished her toes in the water in front of her. She was sitting on a shore of Paradise. Paradise was an island in the middle of Nowhere. It had warm waters, and green grasses. Everyone was happy in Paradise. Paradise was often mistaken for Hawaii, but they were much different. If you look for Paradise, you will never arrive there. You can only travel unintentionally there in your sleep. You can only leave in your sleep. Paradise was perfect.

THE END.
Maybe I'll continue this story later. Maybe.

 O, great. I just dropped Ciara. She's smooshed. Sad face.


Catch ya later!
It is Unknown

Ciara. (Cee-ahr-uh)